Soy la conversacion despues de hacer el amor. Soy la risa que deja caer una lagrima en el orgasmo. Soy la respiracion del otro a mi lado. Soy los pies frios debajo de un edredon común en invierno. Soy mi fealdad hecha belleza. Soy lo que por fin se pronuncia luego de estar tanto tiempo retenido. Soy ese momento en que la vergüenza desaparece. Soy cada uno de mis defectos virtudes. Soy cuando estas tan comodo que te has olvidado que estoy. Soy el espacio de silencio que ya nunca mas se sentira incomodo. Soy la voz que calla en la boca del otro. Soy la destrucción de tus limitaciones. Soy el olvido cuando por fin te abraza.
....tantes cançons cantades al cau m'han fet saver-me la cançó de memòria en català....i descarregar-me la discografia de Peter,Paul & Mary al spotify....
....Where have all the flowers gone....
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing? Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago? Where have all the young girls gone? Gone for husbands everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing? Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago? Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers everyone Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing? Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago? Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago? Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them everyone. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
....Puff, the magic dragon....
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff, And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail, Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came, Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain, Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave, So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.
....Blowin' in the Wind....
How many roads must a man walk down, Before they call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years must a mountain exist, Before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist, Before they're allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head, And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up, Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have, Before he can hear people cry? How many deaths will it take till he knows, That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
La ciudad de Berlín gana el Príncipe de Asturias de la Concordia
La ciudad de Berlín, con motivo del vigésimo aniversario de la caída del Muro, ha sido galardonada hoy en Oviedo con el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de la Concordia 2009.Berlín se ha impuesto en las votaciones finales del jurado a las candidaturas de la Organización Internacional del Trabajo (OIT), el jesuita español Enrique Figaredo, que trabaja en Camboya desde 1991 y ha hecho de su vida una cruzada contra las minas antipersonas, y del reportero irano-canadiense Maziar Bahari.La candidatura ganadora había sido propuesta a este premio por los eurodiputados Martin Schulz, Íñigo Méndez de Vigo y Andrew Duff, y por el expresidente del Parlamento Europeo Enrique Barón.Homenaje a sus ciudadanosEl acta del jurado destaca que con este premio a Berlín, en el 20° aniversario de caída del Muro, se quiere simbolizar en esta ciudad "tanto a quienes con la pérdida de su vida o de su libertad lucharon de forma directa por superarlo, como a los millones de ciudadanos que fueron capaces de construir, sobre las cicatrices de la división, una sociedad abierta, acogedora y creativa".El jurado considera que Berlín ha sido "un nudo de concordia en el corazón de Alemania y de Europa, que contribuye al entendimiento, la convivencia, la justicia, la paz y la libertad en el mundo".
